Anduin's resolute voice continued to echo through the great hall in Netherstorm.
"But do not worry. If we are destined to face death, the Orc sitting over there and I will die before most of you. We will be the first to jump into hell."
Some Alliance generals cried out in alarm. Such a declaration from someone of his exalted standing terrified them, but before their voices could rise, Anduin raised his left hand to signal for silence. He had not finished speaking.
"Most of us are the lucky ones who survived more than twenty years of chaotic warfare. Whether we are willing to admit it or not, Azeroth finally achieved peace not only through our valiant fighting, but also through the efforts of Mr. Dick and the Guardians under his command. Their significance to this world goes far beyond a group of lofty 'gods.' They are true guardians."
"More than a month ago, they left Azeroth for Argus to fight a preliminary war. You may not know why, but I can tell you: they are buying us our final chance to rest, learn, and prepare for war!"
"This world's truly noble souls, its true heroes, including His Excellency Velen, the Prophet of the Draenei, are all fighting bloody battles in that demonic hell. Every second we have now was bought with their lives!"
Anduin's voice rose.
"I cannot understand why, at a time like this, while the noblest among us bleed for us in hell, we still fight one another over our hatred, eager to cut down on the spot the comrades who will fight beside us in the future. This is absurd! Gentlemen, this is absurd!"
"I have never denied that hatred exists. As that major said, I have never forgotten that my grandfather died at the hands